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It’s a still February night,
Crisp temps hold at 28 degrees.
Turnpike traffic serenades
The region’s nighttime sky and
Anyone within earshot.
Snow covered grass and curbs
Outlined by rows of resident cars,
Reflect the moon and street lights
Looking almost untouched.
Winter winds blowing just enough
Keeping collars, hats and hoods closely fitted.
Inhaling the night air feels good,
It’s a temporary break from my
Silent flat white walls.
Wouldn’t mind staying out
A while longer but the winds
Are dictating otherwise.
Not a problem though
Temporary breaks are as intended.
So as my footsteps quietly echo
Off the floor and walls of my
Building’s entryway I bid adieu
To the cold night air as the
Warmth of my domain blankets me.
I concede to weight of my fatigue,
Retire to the comfort of my bedding
And drift off into the realms of rem.
LP45 2/28
